Poltergeist

If you're frightened of dying and you're holding on You'll see devils tearing your life away But... If you've made your peace Then the devils are really angels Freeing you from the earth¹ Delicate wings brush against nylon. Breathlessness no longer means death, it is the echolalia of what’s to come. A bubbling liquid slips slowly down a metal torso, laying bare the bones beneath. The projection fractures the boundaries of the visible. We are powerless; living tissue transgresses itself, erodes, merging with shards of aluminum. What if we cross the Rubicon? Perhaps then, we will finally feel free. We will no longer fear what is heaven, and what is hell. In Poltergeist, death is not a severance from life, but its natural continuation a strange, intimate symbiosis. The artists gathered here conjure visions of shifted thresholds, of new and impossible futures. The biological body is abandoned in its place, a hybrid form arises: a point of departure for meditations on the state of the body, and the limits of perception. A crucial thread of the exhibition is a reflection on the nature of reality itself leading us into speculative, ontological terrain where the old divisions dissolve, and the boundaries of flesh and its futures turn liquid. What threatens the human becomes a platform for exploration, for stretching the horizon of what we can know. Bionic matter becomes part of our reflection on what lies ahead in a world where the lines between man and machine, living and dead, blur to near extinction. The artists search for traces that might expand the perception of the physical body, and reveal the mechanisms by which new subjectivities are born. Poltergeist slips between suspended spaces, caught between arbitrary interpretations. The object becomes the binding agent between present and future. Transgressions may shatter the known order but they may also mark the beginning of a new, unseen one. Ash, forsaken in the snare, begins to swell. What is dead intertwines with the living, and offers ¹ Quote from the film Jacob's Ladder, directed by Adrian Lyne. one final breath.